How change can hurt
Tearing as a plough
Into fragile earth crust,
Tearing open the skin of Terra.
Which hand scatters seeds for spring?
As winter heralds
In tears that fall as rain.
Driving the ghost ship
Deeper into the night,
Tracing the web of stars
As ancient track-ways in the blood.
Memory holding within:
Between the branches
Green patchwork of grass and woods.
A pair of wood pigeon glimpsed.
To release the cry
connect to earth and rock
stretching the folds out
reclaiming the day.
The evening breeze falling silent
With the tread of passing feet -
tipping the bowl of imagination.
To release the cry
connect to earth and rock
stretching the folds out
reclaiming the day.
The evening breeze falling silent
With the tread of passing feet -
tipping the bowl of imagination.
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